He straightened up and indeed did not notice any guards around.
The woman did not return the salute, only speaking calmly, "General Chan, it's been a while."
The monk seemed a bit bewildered. Just then, he noticed the woman holding a sword with a bamboo sheath and handle in her hand. It was neither too thick nor thin, slightly slender, with a deep green hue full of life, like freshly cut slender bamboo.
Only the tip hung down onto the boat, leaving traces of tear-like marks as raindrops ran down the sheath.
Once again, the monk found himself a bit dazed, his heart seemingly shrouded in a layer of mist. He frowned, suspecting he was still within Li He's "Ghost Realm." Raising his hand, he pressed down, the figure in red was pinned in place as if an invisible force was gripping her throat.
The monk stepped forward, pressing the sharp tip of his spear against her neck, "Your Highness comes to see me alone, for what reason?"
